What is the purpose of existence when it’s all futile? Why long for the next when now isn’t concrete? Why is life one swindle after another? Why is black so forgiving? Why is white so vain? Is the image in the looking glass your alternate evil looking to get out? Why live to die when you can easily die to live? The journey is not the reward. The ends oft justifies beginnings. When the credits roll on your life, why will be the best boy? Does the snooze button really make a difference? Do you feel it in your bones or are your bones trying to tell you something? Is your thread of truth tied to my rope of deceit? I look and you look back.
2006-06-17
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